Title: To This Fall
Rating: PG
Author:loony4lupin
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Summary: Moving into their new flat, Sirius has some thoughts.
Content: Slash, not beta'd, fluff
Disclaimer: They are not mine, they belong to JK Rowling. I do not make any money.
Prompt: Day 1, a picture of boxes
There is something intensely satisfying about opening a box marked 'bedroom' and seeing not just his things.
He would never tell Remus that because it's an incredibly poncy thought and there may be some tiny amount of insecurity over the fact that Sirius is completely gay for Remus and Remus may like birds too, if Sirius ever kicks the bucket (but like he says, over his dead body). But Remus is down the street buying groceries and Sirius allows himself to just bask in the fact of boxes and possessions and love.
Sirius knows they might not make it through the year. The war rages quietly now, but it's a growing silence that is threatening to take over their lives by abolishing families, destroying dreams and squeezing into their routine with secret missions and even bigger responsibilities. But in this moment, Sirius doesn't let the war in all its intense stupidity ruin his thoughts. Instead, he thinks about how Remus' trousers, patched and thin, are packed snugly against his large poster of Bob Dylan and his black silk pants.
He thinks about how in every box is a pile of items that are no longer his or Remus' but theirs. They have a flat with a bed and a kitchen and enough book shelves to keep Remus quiet about Sirius paying all the rent. And Sirius likes this more than he cares to admit. This feels like home and it knocks him out.
Because they don't talk enough about the war or love or what they are or even what the hell they're doing! But Sirius knows, in every box he unpacks and every time he slides his key into the door that this, this small flat in a dodgy London neighbourhood, is the manifestation of their love.
Sirius doesn't tell anyone, but he suspects that Remus knows because he gets the same look on his face when he comes back from the grocery store and when he loads his books onto the shelves and when makes as many cups of tea as he wants without having to reuse the bags. But especially, when Sirius watches Remus slide between new sheets, bounce appreciatively on the new mattress and spend first night in their flat, tangled up in each other.
Yes, Sirius thinks Remus knows exactly how he feels, without him ever having to say a word.
Title: A Silent Reminder (Of Where We've Been)
Rating: R or NC-17
Author: loony4lupin
Pairing: Remus/Sirius and Remus/Tree (what is WRONG WITH ME?)
Summary: The second night in their flat, Remus is alone and makes a trip back to Hogwarts.
Content: Slash, tree sex (I know and I'm so sorry), not beta'd and really quick so there may be TONS of mistakes
Disclaimer: They are not mine, they belong to JK Rowling. I do not make any money.
Prompt: Day 2, William Barnes quote
There are some nights, mostly when Sirius is gone, when Remus misses Hogwarts more than he should.
It's a dirty fantasy. And he wants so badly to share it with Sirius, but it just hasn't come about yet and it would require Remus to take a few hits to his carefully guarded pride. But they had only moved into their flat yesterday, and now Sirius is off meeting with his lawyer and taking James out for a drink and Remus is feeling lonely.
It takes a few moments, but tea is arranged with Hagrid and Remus slips on corduroys and a stray t-shirt, which may or may not be his. Some how, all their things were strewn about the flat in a rather disorganized manor, it was just before supper that Remus found a pair of his shoes in a pot under the kitchen sink. No doubt it was Sirius' doing, the why was less clear.
Tea with Hagrid is an obligation but a happy one and Remus chats, pretends to eat the disgusting food and listens to the first introduction to the Order. He would love to give it all more thought, but he's hard in his trousers all ready and the thought of what's after tea keeps him from putting in any worthy input into the conversation. So, he nods his head and agrees to speak with Sirius and meet with Dumbledore before the week is out.
Tea is over and Remus makes a quiet exit because fang and Hagrid have fallen asleep in the chair. He walks quietly as he can through the grounds and around the lake. Summer at Hogwarts is incredibly peaceful; it was one of the reasons why Remus thought of teaching here, for the summers. But a professorship was long off.
He sees it then, breeze blowing through its branches and upsetting soft leaves as they rustle against each other. Remus had found the tree when he was spending an unnatural amount of time alone, the 'prank' months. It seemed to be the opposite of the Whomping Willow and he found comfort in that. He quickens his pace and by the time he reaches the tree, his trousers are around his ankles and he's pulling his cock out of his pants.
Remus gasps as the tree seems to wake beneath his fingertips as he trails over the harsh bark. The branches sweep around him and Remus can imagine it groaning underneath him as he rolls to press his back against the trunk. He's close already, the leaves falling all over him as he fists his cock. The branches press over him, remembering an old lover. They trail down his arms and help stroke his cock, just as another tweaks at his nipples enthusiastically. The branch is not afraid to be rough on his supple skin and Remus arches into every touch, moaning loudly.
His cock weeps and Remus watches as a branch gathers the liquid on its thin tip. A branch weaves around his waist, as the first slips between his cheeks and breaches his hole. It fucks him slowly and almost sweetly. The leaves caress his body, playing music against his skin as he writhes and arches under the tree's attention. It doesn't take long before he's coming, branch fucking his prostate, fist wrapped tightly around his pick and Remus keens.
When Remus dresses, he presses a kiss to the trunk and walks, a bit uncomfortably, to the aparation point. He thinks that maybe he'll wait awhile to tell Sirius. It's not like he's cheating or as if the tree is anything sort of substitute for Sirius' body beneath his.
But the silent tree reminds him of what it is like to be alone, and how Remus is never really alone.
Title: Choices Don't Mean Shit If You're Already Dead
Author: loony4lupin
Rating: R for Language
Pairing: None
Content: Angst, Inspired by nk_aoede previous post.
Disclaimer: They are not mine. They are JK Rowlings and I make no money
Summary: A letter for a lost brother
Letter Marked: SNUFFLES
It's me. By the time you've gotten this letter, I've had already done what they've asked and I'm sorry. I tried to get out of this but it's not possible if I'm going to follow through.
Remember when I used to make fun of you for listening to the Lizard King? You're right, he can never die if he's left his soul written between the lines.
This won't make any sense now, but hopefully later you'll be able to read this and understand everything. I've never been very good at any of this. I'm not like you a Gryfindor. But I did get it eventually. Setting things right is proving harder then fucking them up.
I wish I would have left with you.
Things are really dangerous and they are only going to get worse. You should get out now because I'm not sure who is going to win. I'm trying, believe. I know you're not going to listen to me because you don't love trust me.
I'm the anonymous for your club.
Burn this. Then tell the old man everything.
Sirius burned the letter without opening it, but kept the nickname written in his brothers handwriting on the envelope.
Title: Rebuilding
Author: loony4lupin
Rating: PG
Summary: Remus comes home to Sirius and something isn't right.
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Content: Crack, angst and boys [unbeta'd]
Disclaimer: They're not mine, they belong to JK Rowling. I'm not making any money.
Remus opens the door quietly and slips inside the flat without much noise. Sirius had been acting strangely the day before and spent most of the day staring at a pile of ashes on the kitchen table. Remus had prodded but not pushed. He didn't have a death wish. Sirius was dangerous yesterday.
Remus toes off his shoes and pads through the living room without a sign of Sirius. He stops to peer around the kitchen corner. The ashes are gone from the small table and Sirius is not trying to start dinner at the Muggle stove (Remus is extremely thankful because that first night was enough for his nerves, he had never known anyone to make fire out of water; the many talents of Sirius Black).
"Wood!"
Remus' brain tells him to run, just get out. Unfortunately, as soon as he agreed to move in with Sirius, he also agreed to start listening to his heart more. Remus breathes in deep and continues down the hall, finding the bathroom door open and empty but the bedroom door closed, shadows flickering behind the door.
He twists the knob as quietly as he can and tries not to laugh.
Sirius is naked as the day he was born… refinishing the hardwood floors. Naked, trying to read the instructions on the Muggle sander and yet, Remus still finds him insanely attractive.
"I will conquer you, oh yeeeeeee of little sense!"
Remus snorts, covering his mouth as Sirius throws down the instructions and marches (who knew one could march so prophetically while naked) toward the sander with gusto.
"I have a funny feeling you're going to regret neglecting those directions."
Sirius jumps and turns, letting the handle of the sander fall to the ground with a clatter and bump. Remus grins and leans against the door jam, the light is playing nicely against Sirius' skin. Sirius smiles back but picks up the sander. He looks manic and untamed, almost as dangerous as yesterday.
"Sirius, what are you doing?" The playful atmosphere quickly leaves the room and Remus studies Sirius' shifting facial expression. Something isn't right.
"I just-- I can't find him, I can't save him… I won't be able to burry him."
Remus curses because he should have known. Sirius looks away, studying the fallen instructions.
"Okay."
"What?"
Remus smiles and pulls off his shirt and comes towards Sirius to pick up the instructions on the ground, looking at the stormy grey eyes with honesty and as much love as he can. He unbuckles his belt and wiggles out of his trousers without looking away.
"I said, okay."
Sirius smiles, it doesn’t reach his eyes but Remus notices that the manic has left the grey and left only desperation and pain.
"Thanks."
"Always."
Title: Cabin in the Woods (Death to Little Bunny Foo Foo)
Author: loony4lupin
Rating: R for language
Content: Cursing, unbeta'd, all dialogue and implied slash... and crack involving a nursery rhyme. I'm so sorry.
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Summary: Sirius can't sleep and Remus suffers.
Prompt: Day 5
"Moony."
"…"
"Mooooooooonyyy."
"…"
"Are you sleeping?"
"Umfp."
"Is that a yes?"
"…"
"Moony, I'm awake."
"Obviously."
"So are you! Cheerio."
"I'm not going anywhere. Now, go back to sleep."
"Moony why can't you go anywhere?"
"Sirius, I am sleeping. Now, either you go back to sleep or go do the crossword."
"I don't want to write."
"…"
"Moony?"
"…"
"MOONY?"
"Padfoot, if you yell in my ear one more time-"
"MOONY!?"
"That's it."
"Fuck, bugger, shit!"
"I didn't want to. And I warned you."
"Moony, you've bruised my bum… you like my bum! Why are you bruising things you like?"
"Padfoot, you've bruised my inner peace. It's three in the morning and I should be sleeping. Do not test me right now and if you don't want your bum to be viciously maimed, I suggest you go to sleep as well."
"…"
"…"
"Moony?"
"…"
"Sleeping already?"
"…"
"Little Bunny Foo Foo was hopin' through the forest, scoopin' up the field mice and bop 'em on the head. Then the Good Fairy came and said; 'Little Bunny Foo Foo I don't wanna see you scoopin' up the field mice and bop 'em on the-"
"BAHHHHH!"
"Shit! Moony!"
"SLEEP!"
"Remus please be careful! Ooof! Watch out! Elbows! PANCREAS!"
Title: Mysteries of School Uniforms
Author: loony4lupin
Rating: PG-13 to Rish.
Content: Minor crack, slash, fluff, lanugage, unbeta'd and sexual situations
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Disclaimer: They are not mine, they belong to JK Rowling. I do not make any profit off of this work.
Prompt: Day 6, I used the definition of the charm but not the charm.
Summary: Sirius thinks cloth hides the true, magical nature of Remus.
It was a thing of beauty.
If given ample opportunity, Sirius could write poetry about it. He could be in rhapsody for days about its elegant dips and sharp angles. Some days, all he could think about was how it quivered when he ran his hands over it and there were whole class periods spent disguising his erection when he remembered how it tasted on his tongue. Sirius had sacrificed pranks for it and almost killed for it. It ruled his dreams and was a constant presence in his waking hours. No matter what kind of day he was having, it could bring joy to his sullen moods. Songs were inspired by it, Sirius was convinced half of the Muggle music floating around were not about drugs or women, but actually about it.
It was in Sirius' fine opinion, that it had been the final straw in effectively turning him gay. There was no doubt about it, he was gay for it. And honestly, there weren't many who knew about it who didn't feel the same way. Even the strictly hetero blokes would find themselves distracted by its alluring beautify, insane cuteness and undeniable sexiness.
Moonybelly.
Remus Lupin's belly was by far the most amazing discovery known to man and Sirius had stumbled upon it. And now he couldn't do anything but want to do filthy things to the Moonybelly.
Sirius often wondered if Remus understood the power of the Moonybelly because he often felt manipulated by it. But Sirius wouldn't be surprised if the Moonybelly had a mind of its own and tricked Remus into unknowingly displaying it for ravishment.
Like now.
Sirius was salivating. The common room was a really inappropriate place for the Moonybelly to be demanding attention, but that was exactly what it was doing and Sirius wasn't going to complain.
Remus had fallen asleep on the couch, tired from the full moon that was only two days ago. Sleepy Moony was already irresistible with his cardigans and books, paired with scars and boy bits. But his cardigan had been discarded in favour of the fire, his tie folded over his shoes. Sirius could see Remus' deliciously bony ankles in the gap between trousers and socks. It was another favourite spot on his Remus, that delicious little patch of skin and nibble-worthy bone. But the real distraction, which had Sirius hard and aching in his trousers, was the fact that Remus' shirt had shifted up in his sleep and was revealing Moonybelly in all its beauty.
It was calling to him.
The fire light was playing against the pale skin and the sparse trail of hair leading down to places Sirius loved to frequent, especially in really inappropriate places because it made Remus all fluster that he liked to idea of getting caught. It was awfully cute.
Sirius shifted in his chair, pressing a heel to his crotch to try and relieve some pressure that the Moonybelly was evoking. Across from him, Remus shifted, his shirt twisting and riding up even more to reveal more sin stretched across ribs. Sirius moaned as he imagined running his tongue over those ribs and licking his way around to that soft, pliant belly. He wanted nothing more than to move across the common room and kneel, pay homage to the Moonybelly, lick and suckle and nip purple bruises onto that perfect canvas.
Remus moved again, his trousers shifted down and exposed a sharp hip bone and Sirius was half way out of his seat. He needed Remus and he needed it now.
"Oi, you lazy gits!"
Prongs and Wormtail descended upon the common room with gusto and Sirius' will to live was extinguished as Remus woke up and covered the Moonybelly.
Sirius took a deep breath, thought about Hagrid and Fang having sex, and then tackled James with vicious revenge in mind.
